I ran across the sand
Til glass tore up my heels and feet
I learned to be a man
By how I feel after defeat
Never feel my victories
Only clean and then repeat
Got my 3’s down to the T
I learned that shit from Kobe
Man somebody shoulda told me
This shit would be so lonely
Mostly feeling ghostly
Hope we closer to the Holy
Hold it down just like a goalie
Move around like a shinobi
Worldy demons
Sink they teeth in
Gave us beatings
Til we Toby
Uh
That's how the world be
The devil get up early
And he never catch a Z
that's why my rollie
came from digging gold
like a nosebleed
that's blood diamonds
for my first love, rhyming
never broke my promise
but she hurt my pockets
every note that i wrote my momma
im so sorry for the dirt
your first born was so unpolished
but you couldn't a seen it coming
you ain't no nostradomus
you ain't no nostradomus
So I
you ain't no nostradomus
i mean most forgot us
if you saw where my father
got it started
you would be startled
that i even made it through my first quarter of college
i had to scrap for a dollar
with half and half arnold palmer's
life was sweeter when evil leaders and beatings
wasn't upon us
to be honest
i wasn't always this violent
a product of reaganomics
i kept the peace in my pocket
but in my defense your honor
my dreams of getting even became my reason for being
weakened my breathing and my reach to nirvana
I ain’t releasing my armor
Til I see peace in Wakanda
Too many reasons to harm us
Black in the hottest of August
Different Salam in my palm
Nah I don’t speak Dali Llama
And I ain’t hiding my hand
I’m underground like them pyramids
That lie in the sand
I dodged a scorpion at six
I could died in Sudan
Where the heat’ll crack ya egg
And get to frying ya pan
It’s just a part of the plan
So I
credits
from Basquiat of Bars,
released March 10, 2022
Kanye West, Yasiin Bey